Dirty Little Apocalypse
You’re my dirty little apocalypse
one more night with you
and cities fall in my head
Every touch a warning
every gasp a tremor
every bruise another piece of life
I should have led
You hit my phone like a fire alarm
two-word text
that might as well be a red button
“come over”
You know damn well
what that does to my spine
how it makes me leave drinks
lies half-said
excuses I barely bother to cover
I turn up at your place
like an incoming wreck
hands already shaking
heart beating too fast
to be anything close to sane
You open the door in that look
that says you’re done pretending
this is about anything other
than setting fire to everything again
We don’t talk at first
just slam into each other
like the world really is ending
and we want to burn through
the last of our skin
Some part of me is counting
all the things this will cost
trust
sleep
self-respect
maybe more
but the rest is focused
on your body
my sin
You kiss me
like you’re trying to erase
every other mouth
I’ve ever let near me
like you want to tattoo your need
into my bones
I drag you closer
like I’m drowning
and your body is the only shore left
on this fucking beach
We call this “bad timing” in public
in private we call it what it is
the end of everything good
with one more kiss
We take each other apart
piece by piece
like we’re searching for proof
we’re still human
under all this habit and harm
Use teeth where tenderness should go
use grip where comfort should be
use each other’s bodies
as both weapon and charm
When it’s over
the room looks like a war happened
sheets twisted
pillows on the floor
lipstick on my chest
like a confession
You laugh out of breath
say “we’re terrible”
I say “yeah, but look how good
we are at this mess”
We should be talking about changing
we’re talking about
when we can do this again
scheduling the next disaster
like a shift at ten
There’s a choice
where I walk away
block your number
tell the truth
start over somewhere quiet
where the nights don’t taste like sin
We kill those versions every time
we hit “come over”
every time we lock the door
behind us
and leave the world outside to rot
We know exactly what we’re doing
we do it a lot
When everything finally breaks
and people ask
what the hell we were thinking
while we tore our worlds in half
We’ll look at each other
in the wreckage
still wanting
still knowing
the answer is simple as shit
we liked the way we kissed